3 My enemies dey shaut for mi; dem dey shaut and treaten mi well-well. Dem dey karry wahala kom and dem won kill mi.
Absalom go tell am, “Si, una dey rite for wetin una dey do, but e nor get anybody wey won ripresent di king make e for listin to una.”
kon sey, “My king, abeg, make yu forget all di bad tins wey I do dat day wey yu komot from Jerusalem, nor kount am against mi or tink am at-all.
So God ansa, “Bikos of di wiked tins wey dem don do to pipol wey nor get help and di pains wey poor pipol dey face, I go do sometin; I go fight for dem, bikos na so dem wont make I do since.”
Make Yu protet mi from wiked pipol wey dey attack mi; from wiked enemies wey gada round mi,
Nor let mi fall enter dia hand, bikos dem dey akuiz mi for wetin I nor do and dem always dey treaten mi.
Wiked pipol dey lie for my head. Dem dey akuiz mi about bad tins wey I nor do.
Bikos strenjas dey attack mi; wiked pipol dey try to kill mi and dem nor kare about God.
Dem dey sey, “God don rijet am. So make wi go katch am, bikos nobody go help am again.”
Evritin wey dem dey do and tok, na only about wiked tins and as dem dey proud, evritin wey dem wont, na to kill oda pipol.
Di priest oga dem and di Sanhedrin kon dey find wetin dem go take whole Jesus, make dem for fit kill-am.